The rise of the tyrant of the billion world

Chapter 122

Xing Lan nodded slightly, and just about to enter through the gap, a group of five people suddenly jumped out from the hidden place below, stopped in front of them, and spoke in an unfamiliar language.

Looking at them, it seems that they want to prevent Xing Lan and the others from entering, but they seem to want to enter again.

Xing Lan was annoyed, so he stretched out his hand to grab one of the men, suppressed him with his spiritual thoughts, and activated the skill extraction.

[Skill extraction activated successfully!Consume 1000 million soul power! ]
[Target information obtained:
Name: Cen Xin

Age: 67
Rating: 110
Status: Inner Disciple of Penglai Jiange (already defected), core member of the evil-fighting organization

Skills: Thirteen-way Thunder Swordsmanship, 72-way Foundation Establishment Sword... Tianwen Esperanto]
[please choose]
"Heaven asks Esperanto."

"The drawing is successful! You have obtained Tianwen Esperanto!"

In an instant, Xing Lan heard what the others said clearly.

"Bold! Let go of Cen Xin! Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!" Another middle-aged swordsman said sullenly.

"Brother Cen, fight back quickly! Kill him with your sword skills!" Another young girl with twin ponytails shouted.

Xinglan glanced at their information. The middle-aged swordsman was named Duan Hao and was level 105. The young girl was named Wei Kexin and was only level 96.

The remaining two people, one is a young man with a gloomy face named Ying Shuai, level 101, and the other is a plump and beautiful woman wearing a veil named Shi Meihua, level 100.

At this time, although the two did not speak, they had already drawn out their long swords and were ready to strike.

As for Cen Lian, who was in Xinglan's hands, his whole body was stiff and unable to move. His eyes were staring at Xinglan, full of solemnity and murderous intent.

How dare he restrain himself in front of so many people, and let himself have no power to resist. Although the opponent's strength is a bit strong, Cen Lian has already considered how to kill someone.

"Sorry, just kidding." Xing Lan said flatly, let go of Cen Lian, and pushed him away.

"Are you kidding me? I don't think you are..." Cen Lian just took out his sword and was about to start a fight, but stopped.

Because he felt a strong and terrifying killing intent, thousands of silver swords surrounded the crowd, each of which exuded an indescribable power!

Damn, is this kid so strong?
Cen Lian swallowed, stared blankly at the scene, felt that he was not the opponent's all-in-one enemy at all, and was frightened for a moment.

The others also looked at each other in blank dismay, without continuing to speak.

The handsome boy in front of him looks a bit ruthless.

"This monk, since everyone is a sword cultivator, there is no point in fighting fiercely here. Once a large number of living corpses are attracted, we will be in trouble." The middle-aged swordsman Duan Hao hurried forward and clasped his hands.

"Yeah." Xing Lan nodded slightly, and the matter was over.

Shi Meihua, Ying Shuai and the others did not refute, and silently put away their swords.

It is indeed easy to fall into a crisis if you start a war here.

You know, there were quite a few disciples of the Penglai Jiange in the past. After they were all turned into living corpses, although their strength dropped greatly, they were not something that everyone could solve.

Once surrounded, Cen Lian and the others had no choice but to die.

That's why they kept sneaking in.

"What about Brother Cen's face? Brother Cen, say something!" Wei Kexin pouted dissatisfiedly, staring at Cen Lian with a pair of shining eyes.

Cen Lian was a little embarrassed. If he said not to fight, he would lose face. If he wanted to fight, he obviously couldn't beat the opponent, and it would be even more embarrassing. He didn't know how to deal with Wei Kexin.

"Okay, Kexin, Cen Lian was not injured. This little brother also said that he was just joking. In this doomsday, everyone should work hard and help each other. Don't start a war easily." Taking a step forward, he persuaded with a sweet and gentle voice.

Seeing this, Wei Kexin snorted just now, seemed to be a little dissatisfied, and gave Xinglan a warning look, but Xinglan ignored her.

"Master..." Lin Danqing was about to say something, but Xinglan stopped him with his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the two communicated through the system:

"Master, what were you talking about just now? I can't understand at all!"

"This is the language of their native world..." Xing Lan briefly explained the previous incident, "Stop talking, pretend to be dumb, and use the system to communicate with me."

"Oh." Lin Danqing nodded a little aggrieved.

"My name is Xing Lan, and this is my apprentice, Lin Danqing, who is dumb." Xing Lan introduced.

"I've met fellow Taoist, my name is Duan Hao, and this is Cen Lian..." Duan Hao, a middle-aged swordsman, also introduced it, and everyone had met him.

After Na Cen Lian noticed Lin Danqing, he stared straight at her pure and pretty face, feeling that she was so cute and had the urge to protect her.

"Brother Cen!" Wei Kexin stamped her feet angrily and shouted.

Cen Lian turned around awkwardly and said, "I was thinking about how to rescue the sword spirit."

"You also want to find the Sword Spirit?" Xinglan asked.

Hearing this, Duan Hao and the others were also taken aback. Could it be that the goals of both parties are the same?

For a while, no one spoke, their eyes met, and the atmosphere was a little delicate.

Duan Hao and the others communicated to each other:
"What kind of power does this guy belong to? Why did he know that the sword spirit was suppressed here? Isn't this our secret?" Ying Shuai asked.

"It doesn't matter what power he has, we have a lot of people, and we will set up a killing array together to kill him instantly. If you dare to steal our things, you will die!" Cen Lian said.

"Wait, let's go in first and use him to find the sword spirit. Then we can use the sealing formation to kill him." Duan Hao said.

"Uncle Duan is right, just do it!" Wei Kexin excitedly agreed.

"I... have no objection." Shi Meihua sighed softly, and wanted to stop it, but it couldn't resist the killing intent of so many people.

After discussing, Duan Hao said: "Since everyone has the same goal, let's go in first and find the sword spirit together."

"Okay." Xing Lan nodded in agreement.

"Master, their eyes are so strange, aren't they plotting against us secretly?" Lin Danqing asked worriedly, she felt something was wrong.

"Don't worry, it's just a bunch of ants, I can kill them easily." Xing Lan replied calmly.

"I understand! Master, you want to use them to bring you in, find the sword spirit, and then deal with them! Master, you are really bad! Hee hee~" Lin Danqing suddenly realized, and after figuring out this joint, he looked forward to it.

For enemies, Lin Danqing never considered benevolence, righteousness and morality.

In the apocalypse, only life is real. This is what Jianyi and Mosan taught her with their lives.

Xing Lan glared at her and didn't say anything else, but said to Duan Hao: "Why did you stop us earlier?"

"You don't know Xinglan. Although this sword pavilion looks dilapidated, the core defensive formation inside - the Earth Demon Sixteenth Formation, can last thousands of years and be immortal. If you force your way in through the gap, you will be killed immediately. You will be attacked by the formation, even if a sword cultivator who is a hundred times stronger than you is trapped by the formation, there is only one way to die!"

Duan Hao pointed to the tall sword pavilion, and said solemnly.

(End of this chapter)